A Poem For The Road
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seker2 No orgin story, only the maker of orgins
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A Poem For The Road

I walk on the fire, Sun drank all my water. Leaving only illusions, Waves with no color.

There is no way to go, Just a cracked gray topped lane. Leads somewhere to grow, But here, beg a rain.

I am a wanderer, Town to town, Being a squanderer, To not feel down.

Now my wallet craves for currency, 10 cents can't make a change. The leather is cracked lips, Dehydrated as am too.

The road is my home, wherever it goes, I follow. To where it goes, is lost.

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